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 Thailand and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
The Seeds,
The Happenings,
Pole,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
10cc,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.