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 Tajikistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Skriet,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.