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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Organ,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
The Red Krayola,
Ice-T,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.