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 Ghana and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
The Modern Lovers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.