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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Babytalk,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nirvana,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.