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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
AZ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.