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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Kayak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Q65,
the Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.