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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Colin Newman 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Piero Umiliani,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unwound,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Minny Pops,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
10cc,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Pole,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tom Boy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.