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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
X-Ray Spex,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Erasure,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.