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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Aswad to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Ohio Players,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Index,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television Personalities,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.