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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Dual Sessions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
June of 44,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.