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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 funk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Steve Hackett,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Siglo XX,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.