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 Guyana and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul II Soul,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cheater Slicks,
Bad Manners,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.