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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Evens to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
MDC,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Susan Cadogan,
Siglo XX,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Can,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.