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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the rock 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.