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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.