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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Joe Smooth,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Au Pairs,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mars,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Lynne,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.