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 Belize and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Juan Atkins,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Bad Manners,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.