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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
Nico,
Drexciya,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Youth Brigade,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.