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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Monolake,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Faust,
The Invisible,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
This Heat,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.