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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 snare 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
D'Angelo,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.