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 Honduras and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Smog,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
10cc,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.