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 Colombia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Index,
Little Man,
Nick Fraelich,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.