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 Mexico and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Moby Grape,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
The Litter,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.