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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sight & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.