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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
the Association,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.