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 Peru and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Echospace,
DNA,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Japan,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
The Tremeloes,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Stooges,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.