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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Q65,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Aloha Tigers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.