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 Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fatback Band,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.