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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.