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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a rhodes 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Rakim,
Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.