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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
PIL,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.