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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobbi Humphrey,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.