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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang of Four,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.