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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Joey Negro,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Morten Harket,
Albert Ayler,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.