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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Bauhaus,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Q and Not U,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Idris Muhammad,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.