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 Hungary and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Infiniti,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Tremeloes,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.