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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Joe Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.