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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.