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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.