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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
X-101,
Young Marble Giants,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.