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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Count Five,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terry Callier,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.