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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
B.T. Express,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Rundgren,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.