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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Gang Dance to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
The Gories,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tubeway Army,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Index,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.