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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
X-102,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Henry Cow,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.