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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Cymande,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
June Days,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.