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 Greece and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Deakin,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.