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 Suriname and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.