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 Belize and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.