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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.