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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Boredoms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
Joe Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.