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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Qualms,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Scratch Acid,
the Association,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.