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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.