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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Josef K,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.