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 Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alton Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
The Wake,
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Index,
Mandrill,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Metal Thangz,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.