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 Indonesia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Kenny Larkin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Scientists,
The Gap Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.