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 France and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Ultra Naté to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Severed Heads,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Parry Music,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.