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 Japan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.