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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Subhumans to the grime 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.