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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Sex Pistols,
The Offenders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
X-102,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Infiniti,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.