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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Lakeside,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
the Association,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.