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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Al Stewart to the techno 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blossom Toes,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.