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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.