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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yazoo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Cluster,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.