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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fluxion to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
OOIOO,
KRS-One,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Cramps,
Monolake,
Public Image Ltd.,
L. Decosne,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.