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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
Cymande,
Fatback Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.