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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.