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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dirtbombs to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Index,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.