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 United States and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Brass Construction,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.