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 Antigua and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Organ to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Model 500,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.