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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
Kayak,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
Average White Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.