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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Underground Resistance to the funk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Unwound,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
The Birthday Party,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sound,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q65,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.