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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Warsaw,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter & Gordon,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.