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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
Audionom,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Sandy B,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
AZ,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.