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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Harry Pussy to the jazz 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ten City,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.