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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.