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 Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun Ra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fear,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.