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 Chad and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Visage,
Ten City,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.