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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Con Funk Shun to the punk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Sonic Youth,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.