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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Tremeloes,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.