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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fortunes to the rap 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eddi Front,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
R.M.O.,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy Collins,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.