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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Hardrive,
This Heat,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Peter & Gordon,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.