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 Venezuela and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Jawbox to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
La Düsseldorf,
Roger Hodgson,
Qualms,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
X-101,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Yazoo,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.