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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Franke,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Names,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Flipper,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.