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 Togo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Outsiders,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.