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 Portugal and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the jazz 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Crooked Eye,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.