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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grime 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Malaria!,
Cal Tjader,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.