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 Seychelles and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
ABC,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Monks,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.