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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.