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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Crime,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.