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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Camberwell Now,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Visage,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.