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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Groovy Waters,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantytec,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.