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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Mad Mike,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Gong,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
World's Most,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.