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 Sweden and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Niagra,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.