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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
The Human League,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Ornette Coleman,
Warsaw,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.