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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Funkadelic,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
New Order,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.