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 Sweden and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Crooked Eye,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.