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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '80s.
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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Bronski Beat,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.