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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joensuu 1685,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Accadde A,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Can,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.