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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
The Remains,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
In Retrospect,
The Slackers,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.