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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
Sight & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.