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 Benin and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.