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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Neon Judgement,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
Monolake,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.