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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Whodini,
Kayak,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Scion,
June Days,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.