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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
MC5,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
ABC,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
These Immortal Souls,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Scientists,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.