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 Nigeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 AZ to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dennis Brown,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
ABC,
Shoche,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Loose Ends,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.