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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.