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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Lyres to the punk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Index,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.