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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Cluster,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Schoolly D,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.