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 Chad and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.