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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Tomorrow,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
10cc,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.