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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
June Days,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Mark Hollis,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.