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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mars 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.