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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Barracudas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.