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 Togo and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
The Index,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.