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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Gong,
Tom Boy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Standells,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
UT,
10cc,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.