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 Angola and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Moss Icon,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Matthew Halsall,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan,
Scion,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.