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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the jazz 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
The Human League,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Index,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
The Skatalites,
CMW,
Yaz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.