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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.