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 Zambia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The J.B.'s to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Darondo,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Andrew Hill,
The Standells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.