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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.