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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Leaves to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalann,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.