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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Rapeman,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.