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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Wally Richardson,
Monks,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Robert Hood,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.