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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
Television,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
Slave,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.