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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rufus Thomas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
The Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.