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 Peru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.