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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Rufus Thomas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Pus,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.