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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.