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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Can,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
June of 44,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.