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 Vanuatu and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gichy Dan to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
PIL,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Residents,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
CMW,
The Human League,
The Motions,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.