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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the electroclash 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.