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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Dawn Penn,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.