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 Tajikistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.