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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pussy Galore,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.