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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.