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 Kenya and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlback,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
K-Klass,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.