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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Bauhaus,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
The Move,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.