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 Oman and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the punk 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Jacob Miller,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.