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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Main Source to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
EPMD,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.