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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Desert Stars,
Index,
David Bowie,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
8 Eyed Spy,
R.M.O.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.