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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.