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 Russia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Todd Terry,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Television Personalities,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.