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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 techno 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Sex Pistols,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxy Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Saints,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.