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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.