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 Niger and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cure,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Halsall,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.