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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the punk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.