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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Yusef Lateef,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.