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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Quadrant to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Scan 7,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Chris & Cosey,
Nas,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.