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 Jordan and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Rakim,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
PIL,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
The Kinks,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Swans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.