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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Ultimate Spinach,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Yusef Lateef,
Goldenarms,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
LL Cool J,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.