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 Liberia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Leaves to the punk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aswad,
DJ Sneak,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris & Cosey,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wire,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.