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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the funk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Model 500,
Niagra,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
UT,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
Average White Band,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.