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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Robert Hood,
Schoolly D,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Make Up,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Rufus Thomas,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.