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 South Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Talk Talk,
Unwound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Joey Negro,
Ronan,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.