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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Joey Negro,
Urselle,
Bluetip,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marc Almond,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.