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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.