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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the jazz 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Camouflage,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.