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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
MC5,
a-ha,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.