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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.