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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
ABC,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
Can,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Q65,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Wings,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.