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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Wings,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.