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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Jeff Mills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.