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 Mexico and from New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Alice Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crash Course in Science,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.