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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.