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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
JFA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Swans,
Black Bananas,
Al Stewart,
Boz Scaggs,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.