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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.