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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.