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 Comoros and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Wings,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.