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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.