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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Cymande,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.