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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
World's Most,
Technova,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Interpol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger,
The Move,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.