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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
X-Ray Spex,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Inner City,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.