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 Finland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Harry Pussy to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Techniques,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Depeche Mode,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.