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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Woodstock and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.