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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Television,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.