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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Magma,
the Bar-Kays,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.