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 Nepal and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 The Martian to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.