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 Mali and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Smog,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Accadde A,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Whodini,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.