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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Dead C to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Ice-T,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.