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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
X-102,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
John Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul II Soul,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
The Names,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Siglo XX,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.