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 Liberia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Robert Görl,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
Lakeside,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Zapp,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.