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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Section 25,
Crispian St. Peters,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.