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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reagan Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris & Cosey,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Bronski Beat,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.