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 Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Mark Hollis,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.