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 Russia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
One Last Wish,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
Goldenarms,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.