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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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.