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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.