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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nas,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Schoolly D,
Robert Hood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Animal Collective,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.