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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Technova,
Unwound,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Buzzcocks,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.