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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Andrew Hill to the rap 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott Heron,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.