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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
MC5,
Organ,
Motorama,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Television,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.