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 Indonesia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tremeloes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 rhodes and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Leaves,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sonics,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.