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 Honduras and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Fear,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Agent Orange,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
The Pop Group,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.