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 Switzerland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Index,
Second Layer,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris & Cosey,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.