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 India and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the funk 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Human League,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Suburban Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chrome,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Smooth,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.