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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.