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 Kazakhstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alice Coltrane,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.