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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.