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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Dirtbombs to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Darondo,
New Order,
Cameo,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Easy Going,
Cheater Slicks,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Davy DMX,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.