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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Busters to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.