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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Cluster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Gong,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.