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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
Alphaville,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Delta 5,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.