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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Ludus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.