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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moss Icon,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Moon,
The Martian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.