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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Joe Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.