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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funky Four + One,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
La Düsseldorf,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sound Behaviour,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.