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 Laos and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
The Wake,
Smog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Index,
Heaven 17,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn,
Intrusion,
Kaleidoscope,
Cecil Taylor,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Organ,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.