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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Zeros to the techno 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.