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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.