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 Norway and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
The Saints,
The Birthday Party,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.