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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Joe Smooth to the grunge 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
JFA,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.