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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
X-101,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Fortunes,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Toasters,
Banda Bassotti,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.