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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.