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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Excepter,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
JFA,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.