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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a snare 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.