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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 harpsichord and a snare 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Man Eating Sloth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Kayak,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Barracudas,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
AZ,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.