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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stetsasonic to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Silicon Teens,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Yazoo,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.