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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Sneak to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Royal Trux,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.