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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Mars,
AZ,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.