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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Gories to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Jandek,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.