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 Suriname and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
AZ,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.