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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Kayak,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
June of 44,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Stetsasonic,
Scrapy,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.