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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 kango's stein massive to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.