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 Cape Verde and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Techniques,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The New Christs,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.