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 Ireland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Standells to the techno 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Nik Kershaw,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Lakeside,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Wally Richardson,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.