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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
10cc,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.