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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Dual Sessions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.