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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 World's Most to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
the Association,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.