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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Idris Muhammad,
Mandrill,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Outsiders,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
JFA,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.