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 Tanzania and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Velvet Underground,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacques Brel,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.