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 Dominica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the jazz 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Crime,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Los Fastidios,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
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.