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 Syria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.