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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Television Personalities to the grime 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cramps,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Cymande,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.