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 Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.