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 Benin and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Altered Images to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Can,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Althea and Donna,
Wings,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blake Baxter,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.