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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Wire,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The United States of America,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Josef K,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.