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 Finland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Joe Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
DNA,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Outsiders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
ABC,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.