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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Glenn Branca,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Faraquet,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
OOIOO,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
The Cramps,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.