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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Smog,
The Litter,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
Yaz,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.