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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June of 44,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Whodini,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.