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 Mali and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the disco 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
Public Enemy,
Althea and Donna,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.