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 Antigua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Mars,
cv313,
D'Angelo,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Sex Pistols,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.