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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
The United States of America,
EPMD,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
James White and The Blacks,
Flipper,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.