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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bob Dylan 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
T. Rex,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Fluxion,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.