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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Monks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gong,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.