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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Buckinghams to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Gladiators,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.