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 Mozambique and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.