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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
The Blues Magoos,
Supertramp,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.