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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.