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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 June Days 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grey Daturas,
The Gap Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.