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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Vogues,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.