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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Pus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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?
B.T. Express,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Brick,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.