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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Golliwogs to the punk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
the Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
The Cramps,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.