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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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?
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Laurel Aitken,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Warren Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Black Flag,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.