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 China and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
New Order,
The Fall,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
The Wake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sister Nancy,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Circle Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.