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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.