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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
the Normal,
Supertramp,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fall,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.