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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the techno 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cameo,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
The Index,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.