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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Human League,
Connie Case,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.