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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sparks,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.