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 Liberia and from London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
The Seeds,
Pole,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.