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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Scion,
New Order,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Newcleus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Altered Images,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Masters at Work,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.