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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.