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 St Lucia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Gabor Szabo,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.