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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
Mad Mike,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Q65,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
This Heat,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.