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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Rufus Thomas,
Quantec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Piero Umiliani,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Görl,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.