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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Almond,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Delta 5,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.