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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Terrestrial Tones,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Pus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Scan 7,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.