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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
The Sound,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.