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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Japan,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
The Durutti Column,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.