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 Brazil and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nils Olav to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Make Up,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pop Group,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.