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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 Delhi and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
Isaac Hayes,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.