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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Todd Terry to the dance 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
UT,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bad Manners,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
Minny Pops,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
FM Einheit,
Darondo,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.