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 Vietnam and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The Monochrome Set,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
The Searchers,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.