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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Wings,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Saccharine Trust,
Kenny Larkin,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Nas,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.