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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 a-ha to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smoke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Evens,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.