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 Syria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
Chrome,
CMW,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.