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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
Eddi Front,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.