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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Can,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.