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 Jordan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Sparks,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.