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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Monks to the crunk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Bauhaus,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.