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 Norway and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Henry Cow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Organ,
Avey Tare,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.