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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Steve Hackett,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Pole,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.