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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anakelly,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.