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 South Sudan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and an organ 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Wings,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
The Slackers,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.