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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jacques Brel to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.