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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scion to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.