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 Kenya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
MC5,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Marshall Jefferson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.