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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chrome to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Brass Construction,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.