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 Brunei and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
the Slits,
Scrapy,
The Techniques,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.