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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
DNA,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Fela Kuti,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.