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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.