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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.