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 Mauritius and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Byron Stingily,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
X-102,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.