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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Wyatt,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Television,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.