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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
CMW,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
John Holt,
Scion,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.