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 Vietnam and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Erasure to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
X-102,
UT,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.