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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Names,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Con Funk Shun,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Lightning Bolt,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.