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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Mission of Burma,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.