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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Kurtis Blow,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Motorama,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.