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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.