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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Mars 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 güiro and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Index,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.