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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grauzone to the grime 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 808 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June Days,
Neu!,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Wasted Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Star Department,
Frankie Knuckles,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.