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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Bananas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The New Christs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.