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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
The Birthday Party,
T. Rex,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Connie Case,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.