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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Lynne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Organ,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.