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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the punk 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Nico,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Sherman,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.