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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soul II Soul,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.