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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the dance 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an organ 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick May,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.