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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
Audionom,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alphaville,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.