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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Age Steppers,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Sam Rivers,
World's Most,
the Normal,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
New Order,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.