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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
the Swans,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.