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 Finland 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 oboe 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Black Dice,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.