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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a marimba 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Pole,
The Standells,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.