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 Tajikistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Wire,
UT,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cluster,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.