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 Comoros and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
David Axelrod,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.