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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Rotary Connection,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Intrusion,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
John Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Cluster,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.