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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blancmange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.