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 United States and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Techniques,
PIL,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.