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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.