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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ponytail to the rap 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young,
Mantronix,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.