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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Organ,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sound,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.