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 Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Altered Images,
The Names,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.