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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the funk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Tommy Roe,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tubeway Army,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Rod Modell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear 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.