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 Peru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Victims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
The Walker Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
Dual Sessions,
Minutemen,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
Camouflage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.