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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Trumans Water,
Rapeman,
Skaos,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.