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 Albania and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Toni Rubio,
Ronnie Foster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
kango's stein massive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.