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 Ivory Coast and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
Soulsonic Force,
Jawbox,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Dawn Penn,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
The Associates,
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.