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 San Marino and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Bobby Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Index,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.