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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.