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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
The J.B.'s,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Magma,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.