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 Sierra Leone and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
DNA,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
CMW,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.