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 Dominica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kayak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Niagra,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.