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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
10cc,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Pagans,
Magma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.