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 Estonia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Black Sheep,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Television Personalities,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.