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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.