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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grime 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Goldenarms,
The Last Poets,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.