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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The J.B.'s,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.