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 Bolivia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
Television,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
David Axelrod,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Ituana,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Black Dice,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
Toni Rubio,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.