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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Average White Band,
Hoover,
The United States of America,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Soul II Soul,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.