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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Faust,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
Monks,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.