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 Gambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.