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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Aloha Tigers,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.