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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Rakim,
The American Breed,
John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Minor Threat,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.