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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shadows of Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Television,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.