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 United States and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Index,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.