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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.