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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Delta 5,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.