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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Los Fastidios to the grime 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Magma,
The Names,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
LL Cool J,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.