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 Gambia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Henry Cow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.