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 Benin and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vladislav Delay,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.