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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.