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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.