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 United States and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
Kayak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.