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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.