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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Outsiders,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wings,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.