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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Underground Resistance,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Ten City,
Magma,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
Model 500,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.