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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Echospace,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Associates,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deepchord,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.