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 Maldives and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Brand Nubian 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Amazonics,
the Association,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Pagans,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.