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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
Chrome,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.