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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Scion,
Blancmange,
The Motions,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Thompson Twins,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.