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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Henry Cow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
The New Christs,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swell Maps,
Scion,
Technova,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.