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 Tanzania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and New York.
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 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.