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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Remains to the disco 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Terrestrial Tones,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
This Heat,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.