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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Roxette,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Lyres,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.