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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Wake,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.