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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Oneida,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Zero Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Index,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.