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 Greece and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
JFA,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Audionom,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.