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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the funk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.