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 Hungary and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flesh Eaters to the disco 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Erasure,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Eli Mardock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.