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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
LL Cool J,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Banda Bassotti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.