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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fela Kuti,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Christie,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
UT,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Names,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.