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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Organ,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Country Teasers,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.