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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Normal,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
Jacob Miller,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
Wire,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.