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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Interpol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.