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 Israel and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
MDC,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.