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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
Mr. Review,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Remains,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.