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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
Todd Rundgren,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Khruangbin,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Lower 48,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.