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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Cluster,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.