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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy,
Simply Red,
Flipper,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Pulsallama,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
JFA,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.