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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hot Snakes,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lyres,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
MDC,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.