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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aswad to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Darondo,
DNA,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.