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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.