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 Japan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.