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 Brazil and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.