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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Names to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Liliput,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Camouflage,
Urselle,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Japan,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Grauzone,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
Aloha Tigers,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.