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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 the Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
Easy Going,
Japan,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.