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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the grunge 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.