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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gories,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.