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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Offenders,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Funky Four + One,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.