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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Tubeway Army,
Stereo Dub,
Ronnie Foster,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The American Breed,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.