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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
Erykah Badu,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Remains,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.