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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Archie Shepp,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.