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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
The Residents,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.