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 Luxembourg and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.