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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the funk 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.