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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Maurizio 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Quadrant,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.