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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Sixth Finger,
The Toasters,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
June Days,
Wire,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Silicon Teens,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.