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 Lesotho and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Au Pairs,
AZ,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brand Nubian,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.