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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.