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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aural Exciters to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
The Motions,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.