Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Lightning Bolt,
The Wake,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
the Association,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.