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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.