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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
MDC,
Mantronix,
Tres Demented,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
DJ Style,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.