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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Second Layer,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.