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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
Oneida,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
The Pretty Things,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.