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 Georgia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiohead,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
Eric B and Rakim,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Flash Fearless,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.