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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 World's Most to the jazz 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
June Days,
The Velvet Underground,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
MC5,
The Mummies,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Wire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Popol Vuh,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
The Star Department,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Jandek,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.