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 Philippines and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Gong,
Cecil Taylor,
Altered Images,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Lungfish,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Wings,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Organ,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.