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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Deepchord,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.