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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 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?
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Erasure,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Yaz,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.