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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.