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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Sam Rivers to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
The Pop Group,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Organ,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Pole,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.