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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Organ,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Slave,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Crime,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.