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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Main Source,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.