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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a rhodes 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.