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 Uganda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Selecter to the grime 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.