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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
CMW,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Black Sheep,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.