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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Kas Product,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
UT,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Maurizio,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.