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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.