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 Haiti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
AZ,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.