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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.