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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Pantytec,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Iggy Pop,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Blossom Toes,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.