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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Fear,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Magma,
Suicide,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Monks,
Supertramp,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.