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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Ornette Coleman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry's Kids,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.