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 Egypt and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rap 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Youth Brigade,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Altered Images,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.