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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
KRS-One,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Interpol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.