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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 The Victims to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Interpol,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.