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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rekid to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.