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 Qatar and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '60s 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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Angry Samoans,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.