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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.