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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Qualms,
The Mummies,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blackbyrds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.