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 Cape Verde and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
Slave,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.