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 Oman and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Siglo XX,
Erykah Badu,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
MDC,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.