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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
The Litter,
Organ,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rosa Yemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.