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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.