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 Burkina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
Derrick May,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Skarface,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.