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 Austria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead Boys to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The New Christs,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.