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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Blake Baxter,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.