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 Sierra Leone 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Roxy Music to the grunge 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
CMW,
The Litter,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minutemen,
Radio Birdman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lungfish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
The Selecter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.