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 New Zealand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Faust,
Japan,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.