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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suicide,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Porter Ricks,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.