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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hot Snakes,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.