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 Andorra and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nik Kershaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a 808 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
Gong,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.