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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Youth Brigade to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun City Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
Malaria!,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.