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 Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.