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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
The Techniques,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
DJ Style,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.