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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Index,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Monks,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.