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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.