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 Yemen and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Offenders,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.