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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.