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 Kenya and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Pantaleimon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Franke,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.