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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül II,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
the Normal,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.