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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a 808 and a snare 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Easy Going,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.