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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Tom Boy,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry's Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Deakin,
Cheater Slicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.