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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kurtis Blow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Monolake,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Main Source,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.