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 South Africa and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Deadbeat,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
ABC,
This Heat,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.