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 Portugal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Standells to the electroclash 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.