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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Wally Richardson,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Carl Craig,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
June Days,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.