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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minnie Riperton,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.