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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
The Golliwogs,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Babytalk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
JFA,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.