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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Patti Smith,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.