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 Oman and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 MDC to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Al Stewart,
Slave,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Josef K,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Monks,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Black Sheep,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.