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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Wells,
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.