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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
The Slits,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.