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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
The Names,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.