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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ken Boothe 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Ornette Coleman,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lalann,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Bootsy Collins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.