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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
a-ha,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Invisible,
The Slackers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.