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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Fugazi,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.