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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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?
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yazoo,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.