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 Tonga and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Normal,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
a-ha,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Hashim,
ABC,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.