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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Tres Demented,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Davy DMX,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suicide,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Yaz,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.