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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 sitar and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flamin' Groovies,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.