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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stereo Dub,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Darondo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Saints,
Soft Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.