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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cramps 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.