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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Skarface,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.