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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Sister Nancy,
Yaz,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.