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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slits,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cameo,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.