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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.