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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.