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 Maldives and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
X-101,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Drexciya,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.