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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Last Poets,
Gabor Szabo,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marvin Gaye,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.