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 Botswana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Make Up to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Scientists,
Mo-Dettes,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
Suburban Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.