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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott Heron,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.