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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.