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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Radio Birdman,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Essential Logic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.