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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
kango's stein massive,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
The Saints,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.