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 Djibouti and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 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?
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
The Residents,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.