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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.