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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Minutemen,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.