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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Yazoo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.