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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slave to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Brick,
Infiniti,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Lynne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
The Angels of Light,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.