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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chrome,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.