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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
The Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Davy DMX,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.