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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope 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 rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Scientists,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Television Personalities,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.