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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Bronski Beat,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
UT,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.