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 Colombia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
The American Breed,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.