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 Andorra and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.