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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 mellotron 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 The Invisible to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Real Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Danielle Patucci,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
The Names,
Neil Young,
Anakelly,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.