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 Romania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang of Four,
Index,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
New Order,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.