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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Inner City,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
This Heat,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.