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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the dance 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
UT,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Juan Atkins,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blake Baxter,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.