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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The Names,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Bronski Beat,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.