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 South Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Cure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scrapy,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
World's Most,
Alphaville,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.