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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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?
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
the Slits,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
The Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.