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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 The Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Scion,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
Lou Christie,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Au Pairs,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.