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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Rites of Spring,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.