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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the rock 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Starr,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vainqueur,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liliput,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Busters,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.