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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Masters at Work to the grime 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Maurizio,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.