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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
The American Breed,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.