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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Moss Icon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Model 500,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
The Standells,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.